A Pass in the Mountains

The Way Forward.

                               

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     In a word, it is the impulse

                                    A random, unmindful work of lust

                                    Where its desire enough, of a life to pass.

                                    Fallen in places it cannot yet see

                                    Rises to view itself constantly

                                    Drinks of the waters, its desires urgeoning

 

                                    The Indian calls it ' unerchi '

                                    An independent sense of devotion it be,

                                    Fueled with faith of the one sea.

                                    Yet faith without knowledge is a gladdening

                                    Of promises held to be true, without questioning

                                    Blinkers itself off to an envisioning

 

                                    Would I to seek its all encompassing sight?

                                    Or merely bring a balance of might?

                                    Here in the now for my needs, enough.

                                    Tomorrow to grow again the new child's dawn

                                    What joy, what fun, to discover the sun

                                    Again and again is born the son.

 

                                    The masters of the streams stir my passions

                                    Knowing and not knowing, say, rests in oblivion

                                    To cuddle the creed and rock its bottom.

                                    In time, comes him, to load the cream

                                    Never to ask, will my life fill to brim

                                    We're filling it even as we trim.

 

                                    What gods guide the way with lanterns raised?

                                    What man reasons if not with faith?

                                    A new life perhaps, that brought its ways.

                                    And so we grow with our minds and soul

                                    Overcoming mishaps, when our heart's grown cold

                                    Your valor, your understanding, waiting to unfold.

                                   

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I think by nature we seek out balance..understanding and in hopes it unfolds in our favor :) xx Excellent write..xx